<3 Poem by Persephone Springs

Sometimes I make miles out of feet.
No, we make miles out of feet
Because having you next to me and knowing you're nowhere near me is impossible to ignore
Before I met you I didn't know
Know what it was like to see someone and smile for no real reason at all
To love someone, not just for who they are
But for who they make you
Before I met you I didn't understand that one person could feel so many things at once.
Sometimes we make miles out of feet.
No, I make miles out of feet.
Because I don't know what to do when I'm close enough to touch your hand, but never your heart